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Dante Rantanen

"Hey, you've reached Dante. I'm not in right now--you know what to do."

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[darkinferno]

[Ohhh, has Noah come to the right person. Dante grins, reading the text. He's been experimenting a little bit with the sword he's recently learned how to summon, instinctively knowing somehow that it's some sort of magic weapon, as crazy as it sounds. But so far no matter what he's tried, he hasn't been able to find anything that the blade hasn't been able to cut through, and it's never been anything less than sharp enough to split hairs with.]

what, decided you'd rather go back to the old one

nah i get it don't waste your time answering that, i'm game, i got a pretty badass new sword i can test out on it

where do you wanna go to try this?

[redarm]

i said damage not amputate it.

[But he won't explain further than that since Dante said not to. It's a bit of a relief that he doesn't have to give a long explanation, like any of his friends would surely ask. One of the reasons he went to Dante for this. He's enough of a jerk that he'd need little convincing, but not big enough of a jerk to make Noah land in the hospital from this]

hope the swords made of something strong.

i dont care where. probably nowhere too public.

[darkinferno]

all right, all right. leave the arm, just take a chunk out of it

gotcha

[Dante gets it. It's kind of like when he'd needed to flee the city before--it's unnerving to feel like you're having something foisted off on you without any permission or leave to do so. In Dante's case it had been bad enough with the memories of that afterlife sort of place. He can't even begin to imagine what it would be like to wake up with a whole new arm attached to you.]

it'll be fine. this arm of yours isn't made out of steel, is it?

and how about we go to the woods? not as much a chance of people showing up out of the blue there

[redarm]

yeah, thats the thing. its not metal, but whatever its made out of is fucking strong.

the woods will work.

[darkinferno]

interesting

i guess we'll be testing more than one thing out then

you need a ride? or should i just meet you there

[redarm]

[There's a pause]

ill probably need a ride
unless you wanna wait a couple hours as I take buses.

guess who forgot they were still small whoops

[darkinferno]

yeah i'll just show up there

though all things considered since we're still small your place probably has enough room, i didn't think about that

we can just do it there

its okay man it happens.

[redarm]

ok.
aris out today so thats fine.

[Since for some reason Ari might not approve of this. Weird]

switching to log form! \o/

[darkinferno]

[Dante doesn't bother responding to Noah; he just heads for the RC car to make his way over. Thankfully, the car actually goes pretty quickly for its small size, and so it doesn't take much longer than it normally would before Dante's texting Noah to let him know he's there! (After all, with how small they all are, would a knock even be audible?) And then he's turning his attention to the door. At his own place he's got a setup for opening the door, but how have Noah and Ari been managing...?

Too bad he can't just use this fancy new sword of his to try and cut through the door. It would probably work, but it would also be damage to Ari's place, which is something inexcusable.

So he'll wait.]

\o/

[redarm]

[Luckily, Noah's had a few days to get creative about opening doors. Thanks to Tim's help, they were able to make a makeshift pulley with a shoelace to pull on. So when he thinks he hears a knock, he heads over and uses all his weight to pull on it before it slowly swings open some- at least a crack big enough for Dante to get through anyway]

Come in!

[darkinferno]

[Yeah, Dante's barely even waiting for the call to come in; he's been over enough times by this point that as soon as the door opens he's pushing in.]

Hey, Noah.

[And because he's not a total asshole, he'll turn around and push the door back closed. The last thing they need is disaster because the door blew open...]

Where do you want to try this? The kitchen or bathroom's probably the best for cleaning up if we need to.

[Not that he's intending on injuring Noah, but if for some reason that new arm of his has blood in it... it might be a bit harder to get it out of the carpet than to clean off the kitchen counter with paper towels.]

[redarm]

[He appreciates Dante helping with closing that door, even if he doesn't acknowledge it. It's not exactly shoving it shut at this size]

Bathroom, for sure.

[He could never spill blood in the wonderful kitchen. it'd be sacrilege]

[darkinferno]

[It's just a kitchen, Noah. There's plenty of blood in there already, unless you're a vegetarian...]

All right, sounds good.

So what have you found out about that arm so far, anyways?

[redarm]

[Yeah but not human blood jeez man]

Not fucking much.

[He makes a bit of a face at that]

Doctor's said he's never seen anything like it before, and when he tried to get a sample to study it closer- he couldn't get anything from it.

So I figure if we break off enough for a sample, it can be studied.

[darkinferno]

Okay. [A nod of understanding.] So don't cut off the whole arm, but a finger or two is fine, is what I'm hearing.

Anything else I need to know before we start? Do you feel anything through it?

[Specifically, is he going to feel any pain when they start this?]

[redarm]

-- Or just a chunk, shit. I rather not lose fingers.

[NO NEED TO MAKE HIM ALL FRODO JEEZ]

I can, but it's really hard to cause pain. I've used a bunch of different stuff on myself, and nothing's come of it.

[darkinferno]

It's going to be a lot harder to carve a chunk out of that thing than it is just cutting off a couple fingers.

[Come on, what do you want from him, Noah? You'd still have four fingers to work with! He'll just take the pinky or something. It's still a net gain, right?]

At least I don't have to worry too much about hurting you.

Sink or bathtub?

[Either one is going to be a bit of a climb, but he doesn't want to worry about making a mess, either!]

[redarm]

Too bad! If physical therapy works and gets this thing moving, I want five fingers!

[JEEZ DANTE]

Sink. Easier to get outta.

[And hey, there's even been a ramp set up out of various bathroom supplies to make it for an easier climb. Noah will go ahead and start walking and climbing up]

[darkinferno]

[So picky! And here he is doing you a favor, Noah... but whatever, Dante will follow Noah up the ramp toward the sink, climbing up and onto the counter top.]

Okay.

[He starts to lift his hand to summon Soul Eater, but then he glances Noah's way, hand dropping back to his side.]

Last chance to back out. You sure about this?

[redarm]

[When he reaches the sink, he'll pull off his jacket to show the tank top he's wearing underneath to show the arm. He holds out the arm, looking right at Dante]

Yep. Hit me.

[darkinferno]

You got it.

[It's all Dante needs to hear. He reaches out his hand, shadows twining around the length of the wing-shaped blade as it materializes out of nothingness, fitting comfortably into his hand as he takes hold of it.

With his free hand, Dante takes hold of Noah's new arm by the wrist, stepping around to position the tip of the blade at what would be the fleshy part of a forearm were it a normal arm. Somewhere that should be safe to carve a chunk out of, if it's safe at all.]

Here goes.

[Aaaaaaaaaand...

Nothing?

The tip of the blade doesn't pierce with the slightest pressure, as Dante's expecting. He frowns, adding more pressure to it.]

Can you feel any of this?

[redarm]

[That sword is...wicked cool looking, Noah notes. He won't openly admit it, because it's Dante's sword and eff that, but still.

Instead, he just holds still while Dante tries to pierce the arm. It doesn't hurt, at all. Just like all the other times]

I dunno, I feel pressure like you're touching me. Doesn't hurt though.

[darkinferno]

[Dante's frown deepens as he adds even more pressure to the blade, finally starting to reach a point where he worries he's going to lose purchase on the arm and the blade's going to slip to either side... and he's not so sure the blade won't pierce either of their bodies if it does. He lets go and steps back, examining the tip of his sword and its edge at large.]

Hang on a second.

[Glancing around, he catches sight of a bobby pin on the countertop. Perfect. Dante crosses to it, holding it out before him in his left hand. Then he tosses it up, arcing Soul Eater around--and the pin falls in three pieces back to the counter, sliced neatly in half by the sword.]

So it's not the sword.

I'm going to try again. Hold your arm out to your side.

[And this time, once Noah has his arm out, Dante's putting strength into a downwards swing, like he might do if he were trying to cut through the arm entirely. He's not intending on it--in fact, if the blade did start to cut through the red arm he'd immediately dismiss Soul Eater entirely--but it seems like using his full strength might be the only way to make a dent in it.]

[redarm]

[Noah watches the demonstration with the pin. It's so smooth and fast acting, you'd think he was watching an infomercial- but in real life. He has to do his best not to look too impressed, because again, Dante.

Whether this speaks of Noah's steel nerves or his recklessness, he holds out his arm again and doesn't flinch when Dante brings the sword down on him. Partly because again, he just feel like something bouncing off him. Which exactly what the sword does- bounces off, without a single mark on the arm]

...Well, least it didn't break.

[darkinferno]

At least it didn't break?

That arm of yours is the first thing I've come up against that this sword hasn't been able to cut through.

[Dante frowns, looking at Soul Eater. There's always the possibility that in the back of his mind something doesn't want to cut through the arm, and that's why it's not working, but it's not an idea he's ready to throw his weight behind. A strike like that should have done damage, intention or not.]

And you don't know what it's made up of?